MONSTERS •1•

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If you are one of those people that crave the excitement or thrill of a good scare, then you need to know where to look.

I was taught from a young age that anything scary that my brain can think of, such as Sasquatch, The Boogeyman, The Jersey Devil, Demons, or Vampires, is simply not real.

As I grow older, I am still skeptical that those things exist. I need to see concrete evidence that those things exist, like a body or me being there when the supernatural being is doing its thing. I wanted the paranormal to be real, I want my fantasy to be real where I can go and find out more of these monsters.

I was once obsessed with finding monsters.

Now I wish that I can get away from mine.

Everyone has their own monsters. Depression, anxiety, and the urge to destroy your body with drugs and nicotine are just some examples of the monsters in your head.

One of my biggest monsters now was once the love of my life.

Throwing harsh words at each other, not communicating well, not spending time together, and many more unfortunate circumstances lead to him abusing me. It was not a toxic relationship to start with, but things got out of hand before either of us knew.

And then I realized something else.

The thing that we fear the most is ourselves.

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Why did I have to find out from my best friend? That my best friend had sex with my boyfriend. I keep on telling myself that I will end our relationship tonight, but that started a year ago. I've been so lost without him that I kept on coming back. Time after time after time, it repeats. But this is where I draw the line. Cheating is where I draw the line that I should have drawn long ago.

My feet pace over the wooden floors, my heart races with anxiety on how he would react. I haven't seen him for the past couple of days. I know that he is staying with his first cheat on me, probably waiting for me to calm down. But how can I calm down, this man has been putting my life on hold for the past year, I'm going to get my life back.

The doorknob jiggles as he walks in. I stop pacing and stare straight at him. My fingers and toes feel cold as I find it hard to breathe. Just seeing him fills me with the same rage from when I first found out.

"You're still here. I guess you already tried to get away, but you came back again." His defined jawline moves as I lock my green eyes with his grey ones.

"I'm not going to beat around the bush anymore. You cheated on me this week, and this whole year you have been abusing me. I'm standing up for myself, and I will never forgive you for doing what you did to me." I growl at him. He gives me a look before he drops his bag and charges at me.

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Being the Queen of Hell is boring. Sure, you have power no one else can imagine, and you get to torture soles for the rest of existence, but it gets bland after 10,000 years of doing it.

My husband is off wreaking havoc in North Korea while I get to stay and run Hell.

Fuck you Lucifer.